The Aquilian - November 2013 | Vol 76, No 2

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quilian Gonzaga College High School

November 2013 Volume 76, Number 2

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Men For Others Since 1821

Saying Goodbye to a Gonzaga Legend My name is Jack Mullally. I am a senior here at Gonzaga, a Trombone Player, and President of the Band Leadership Council.

On behalf of the current members of the Gonzaga Band and all Gonzaga Band Members who have walked before us under Mr. Flannery’s thirty-two amazing years of leadership, I would like to say, “We loved Flan and Flan loved us.”

We loved Flan as a teacher, a mentor, and most of all, a trusted friend. From his unending love of music he received his inspiration, his passion, his calling, which he so graciously passed on to all of us. He gave us strength in time of trouble, wisdom in time of uncertainty, sharing in time of happiness. Flan was, and will always be, by our side.

I believe that it is the Gonzaga Band program that is the heart, the soul, and the ever present and continuous heart beat of the Gonzaga family and community. This is all due to our teacher, Mr. Christopher T. Flannery.

Flan came to Gonzaga at the young age of twenty-six to run the music program. In a relatively short period of time, he took a small band and created a nationally recognized Symphonic Band, and Jazz Band. Under his leadership, our band today includes over seventyfive members and has won numerous awards for outstanding performances.

As a member of the symphonic, liturgical, and jazz ensembles, I can assure

you that Symphonic Band at Gonzaga is not your typical High School band experience. Why? Because We had Flan. He was our fearless leader. There is no other band director like him.

He is zany, he is witty, he is a genius. His motto was “If you can’t clap it, you can’t play it.” He used his “perfect time” to teach us every rhythm for every song we would play. Since Mr. Flannery was a drummer, rhythms were his primary concern. And it worked.

The first time I met Flan was when I auditioned for the Band the spring of my eighth grade year. At first glance, I recognized Flan as your usual band teacher with a ponytail. But it didn’t take me long to figure out Flan was different. He was cool, way cool. The more he told me about the band and all the opportunities it offered, the more excited I became.

For those of you who don’t know, every three years, Flan took us to Disney World. Quickly doing the math as a freshman, I realized I could go two times... my freshman year AND my senior year. Let me just briefly tell you about this trip. It is a five day, adrenaline-filled extravaganza not to be missed. At Disney World, Flan was King. He told us all the must sees...where to eat, what to ride. He claimed that the best burger in the World was in Epcot.

Of course we were there to perform, and that we did, winning high accolades every year. But being in Disney with Flan was the best. Watching him strut around the park was truly a

sight to see In his golf shirt, shorts, shades, and Titleist hat, he belonged in Disney like nobody else. Planning the trip was a full time job in and of itself, but Flan did it because he lived to have fun with his family, the brotherhood of boys whom he loved so much.

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Council, to solos in the Jazz band, to the student led sectionals when the jazz or liturgical ensembles were playing proved that he trusted his students that much. He treated us like professionals, and expected professionalism throughout the year. We responded by doing the absolute best we could for him because we

mutter, “July 15th”; which was the day he sent all the music to us so we would be prepared when school began. If you were early, you were on time. If you were on time you were late.

Being “Johnny, Larry, or Shecky” was unacceptable.

Representing our school in true Jesuit fashion was a must.

Every day he always greeted me with a smile, a laugh, and an out-stretched hand waiting to be taken.

Flan was one of the few teachers who... “Got Us”.

Many claim, but few deliver.

He taught us the value of fun and hard work. He instilled in usthe importance of becoming A Man for Others. And he gave us the remarkable gift of leadership and trust.

We are also comforted in knowing that the gifts he so generously and selflessly taught us will remain with us always: the gift event Mr. Flannery created. never ever wanted to let him of friendship, leadership, Walking through the quad down. laughter, and most of all, on those breezy spring days The great thing about the gift of music. All of you couldn’t help but feel Flan was he saw not what the musical notes that will free, energized and happy. you were, but rather, what flow henceforth from our Life is wonderful and Flan you could become. It didn’t great institution will have helped us celebrate this. One matter if you were Concert that special touch of Mr. of Flan’s pride and joy was Flannery, and I know he is Master or you were last the Bandsman’s Manual. If chair in the third trumpets. looking down on us from you had any question about Sitting with your instrument, Heaven with great pride and the band, Mr. Flannery a great big smile. looking up at him, you saw would tell you to “refer to Flan...we may never hear Flan with that twisted grin the Bandsman’s Manual. He and mischievous sparkle in the likes of “You da Man” devoted the beginning of his his eye, always beckoning, again, but your spirit will summer writing this text and always encouraging. live on forever in our hearts. expected us to know that And tomorrow and each He motivated us with and every day henceforth, book inside and out. just a few simple words, Flan was our Mentor. we will play in your honor. like, “I’m not yelling, I’m As I said earlier, he was a being emphatic!” or “Cool” From Ringtone, Farquar, genius. Flan’s genius lay in or “Groovy”. If we weren’t Ho-Ho, Snake, A-1, Huntore, the fact that he trusted so playing up to his satisfaction, Jack, myself, and all your friends from room 101, so much of the band’s work to he’d tell you to go to the the students. Everything long, my friend, until we practice room and put on a from Band Leadership pot of coffee. Then he would meet again.

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The Aquilian 2 RIP Christopher Flannery. You were the best teacher I had in my entire career at Gonzaga and your legacy will never be forgotten. The music we played will forever ring on in our hearts and “The Matrix” will never die. See you up there someday Flan Man, but until then its time to put on a pot of coffee and get going. AMDG

Chris Flannery was the very best of all of us and the very best of Gonzaga. He was passionate about music and even more passionate about education. He took a fledgling music course from a small number of students in a musty basement “classroom” to the amazing program it is today in its very own facility. Mr. Flannery was not just The Maestro. He was a good man, the best of teachers, a person of honor and character - and someone we all miss dearly. May he rest in peace.

Flyn Hyre Class of 2012

Andrew C. Battaile Dean of Admissions and Financial Aid I was never good enough at any instrument to spend more time under his instruction, but 1st period Music Theory gave me an appreciation and understanding of music as a form of art and science that I would not otherwise have. Thanks for giving me a greater love of my greatest love, Flan.

Peter Curtin Class of 2008 When Erik entered Gonzaga as a junior (the third high school) he found a home. Father Clifford and Mr Flannery became his mentors and friends. He achieved first chair in trumpet and co-concert master.

Father Clifford was the first to know that he was going to SEAL training. When he was killed I found solace in Mr. Flannery and the band.

He dedicated one of his concerts to Erik and I tried to come to all of them. To listen to them practice is a joy. I can only be grateful to you, Gonzaga, and St. AL’s and all who labor there for the benefit of others.

Sam Kristensen Gonzaga Parent

I met Mr. Flannery (always his name to me, even now that I am older than he was when I first met him) before even starting at Gonzaga. I was a trumpeter and knew in advance that I wanted to be part of his then very new wind ensemble. At the time the band room was effectively a closet in the gym. Though the scope of the organization was a bit disappointing to me, I was immediately captivated by his incredible enthusiasm and positivity.

He more than anyone else made me feel welcome during my first weeks at Gonzaga. Band continued to be a major part of my experience there. I went on to become band president (though I was not the best trumpeter...Mike Bobbitt, class of 1990, was much better), and took music theory with him.

It is on the matter of his music theory class, more than anything else, that Mr. Flannery’s influence on me was most profound. I honestly had never thought of taking music theory; my piano teacher had me perform what were called music theory exercises which in that context meant rather boring studies of scales. But Mr. Flannery’s class was different. He taught me to think about music as having structure, and to think about structure as an important component in musical communication. At the time this class was pivotal to my then hobby as a songwriter. Subsequently I went on to study music cognition at the graduate level, and that is now my primary research area as a professor of cognitive psychology at SUNY Buffalo. Without Mr. Flannery’s class, my life may have turned out quite differently and I may have missed out on an incredibly rewarding career.

Beyond all of this, Mr. Flannery was a delightful human being. I knew him as a high school student knows a teacher. His personal life was a mystery to us, aside from the few videos he showed us of his musical career. He was for us a kind of parental figure, but the sort of parent who makes you feel free to explore and feel good about who you are. He handled the large group of boys (and a few girls) in the band excellently, with a perfect blend of authority and humor. When one of the band members would inevitably let out a loud belch (even Gonzaga gentlemen have their moments), he would respond “bless you.”

If things got out of hand, he would tap the podium and say, “you only get one shot in the big boys.” He taught us to become the best musicians we could be, but he taught us more than that. In his classes I got a sense for discipline and teamwork that I didn’t really pick up elsewhere.

With Mr. Flannery’s passing Gonzaga has lost a great life and a great gift.

Peter Pfordresher Class of 1989

Mr. Flannery was one of the greatest people I have ever known - in and out of the classroom. He was also one of the greatest teachers I ever had. His passion to develop his students was constant in every class, recital and gig. He had a great sense of humor and was a master of balancing strong discipline with a funny joke. I’m so thankful to have had Flan and feel bad for those future students who will never get to experience his brilliance. Gonzaga has lost its pro but I know he is in a place where the band keeps perfect tempo. Thank you Mr. Flannery.

Steve Sutherland Class of 2004

Michael Page Class of 2000

Founded In 1940 Gonzaga College HIgh School 19 Eye Street NW Washington, DC 20001 aquilian@gonzaga.org Men For Others in the Jesuit Tradition Since 1821

I will miss Mr. Flannery immensely and am sad that future Gonzaga students will not get to experience his classes and the personality he used to teach it.

Gino Gallardo Class of 2009

Mr. Flannery was as an incredibly kind and caring individual. He was a man who was not only passionate about music, but loved instilling this same feeling into his students.

I played in the Gonzaga band for four years, and I still remember the encouragement and energy he had for every rehearsal and performance. He will be missed by thousands of students, fellow teachers, and parents. I am one of them.

The Aquilian

Mr. Flannery was the only teacher I had all four years of high school. One of the best memories I have was when I was a freshman. I was pretty shy and quiet, not knowing too many people at the school.

During one of the first weeks of the school year, I was walking into the band room and he approached me with a big smile on his face. He asked me how I liked it at Gonzaga so far and if I needed anything, to just visit him. After that moment, he called me “The Human Genome” and went on his way.

From then on he always addressed me as The Human Genome, rarely using Gino, and the name stuck. I will be forever known as the Flan-man’s Human Genome.

Editors-in-Chief Andrew Hohman ‘14

Sports Editor Derrell Bouknight ‘15

Managing Editors Marcus Dennis ‘14 Christian Prince ‘14

Features Editor Alejandro Espinosa ‘14

Production Editors Christian Forte ‘14 Jordan Person ‘14

Copy Editor Konrad Woo ‘15 Staff Photographers John O’Neil ‘14 Nick Lazaroae ‘14

Moderator: Dr. Harry Rissetto

The Aquilian 3 “There hasn’t been a single performance of Tchaikovsky’s 6th, whether I’m playing it or listening to it, that I haven’t been moved to tears.”-The Flan. I know everybody remembers Mr. Flannery for his humor but damn he sure knew how to talk about music. Thank you Flan Man, you built a MATRIX! of generations of Men for Others.

One of the most amazing things about Mr. Flannery was his deep-seated spirituality when it came to music. Every time we played he conducted with a greater sense of purpose. His specialty was having us blend both emotion and precision into the music, a really delicate craft. And to do so with a contagious sense of humor, humility, and deep understanding of the Gonzaga student was what made Mr. Flannery a legend. To me that is the true Jesuit ideal, mixing one’s rationality with spirituality is what it takes to live for the greater glory of God. Today, I’m still on that quest to blend craft with spirituality, practice with prayer both as a person and a musician. Whether I’m analyzing Filipino religious music, writing music for a string orchestra, or going through my daily routine, I’m reminded that it was Mr. Flannery who put me on the right path. AMDG Paul Fontelo Class of 2009

My deepest condolences go out to the family of Mr. Christopher Flannery. I am without words. He was more than my music teacher, he was a mentor, a legend, and above all a man for others. You will be always remembered. Rip Flan Man. Chris Furman Class of 2008

I had the honor of being involved in the Wind Ensemble, Liturgical Ensemble, and Jazz Band while at Gonzaga in the late 90s. And I do not remember looking forward to being yelled at much as I did when going to Band class 8th period, right at the end of the day. “The beatings will continue until morale improves”, he would say.

Hearing Mr. Flannery go through the roll call of 80+ musicians and hearing all the last names being called except mine, (go figure, he would only say “Adrian” and move on) gave me a chuckle as I have reflected on his passing these last few days.

His presence, his penetrating intense eyes, his shaggy hair, aggressive moustache, cowboy boots, his cigarette breaks all are vivid memories I have of him in my four years at Gonzaga.

But also I remember how he lead us - yes he yelled, but it was never malicious, he wanted the best out of us, and when we were not delivering he reamed into us. I loved going to class, and there was nothing more exciting than playing a concert in Saint Al’s on a Thursday night and hearing the sound waves bounce off the walls and watching Mr. Flannery perspire as he waved his baton easily and more often passionately up and down and all around. I remembered to tap my toes inside my shoes so as to not give an audience a show of our tapping feet. And I remember him giving me my only solo, a tenor sax riff in “A Night in Tunisia” which I still finger to this day.

I do not cry often, but I have a few times since getting the call from John Kilroy and my best friend Markian Dobczansky ‘01. When I visited Gonzaga a few times since graduating I always went to visit Mr. Flannery first - just felt drawn and connected to him. And whether he was giving a sectional or having rehearsal with 100+ guys, he would hop off his podium and give me a big hug and ask me how everything was and then introduce me to the class in front of him. He always put others around him first and really made them feel good about themselves. A true man for others. I (we) will miss him greatly.

I pray for you and the entire Gonzaga community in these difficult days.

Sincerely, Adrian Oryshkevych Class of 1999

Mr. Flannery’s loss has left a big hole in all our hearts. Even before his death, his classes and one-on-one interactions were the stuff of legend. Flan’s personal attention to individuals was unrivaled, almost magical. His critiques were detailed and his praise, when you earned it, was enduring and genuine. “If you’re early, you’re on time. And if you’re on time, you’re late!”, he’d snarl with a bug-eyed grin and a shake of his baton. Well, Mr. Flannery, you were too early. It pains me to think of the next two or three decades of Gonzaga bandsmen who will never know you. It is up to the many leaders inspired by your wonderful talent, hard work, and charisma to add to your legacy and lead the band forward. We will miss you dearly and remember you often. Every time it thunders I will imagine a drum solo in the sky and think of how happy you made us all.

Matthew Pugliese Class of 2010

I’m going to miss you Mr. Flannery. You affected the lives of every kid you taught.

For me, you were the one person after my own father that I always looked up to as the best possible role model for how to live a truly meaningful and fulfilling life.

Self-sacrifice, dedication, loyalty, faith, hard work, and most importantly the ability to be a loving and caring mentor were what you showed me.

Although I still know nothing about these things, my memory of you will always push me towards them. This afternoon I had some work to do but was tired and considered taking a nap. Out of nowhere I thought about how Flannery would say, “Sometimes you just have to put on a pot of coffee and work on it until it’s right.” So I put on some coffee and decided to get to work. Half an hour later I found out he had died. It is incredible how much one person can affect your everyday life. Thank God for you Mr. Flannery. Gonzaga will be a different place without you and I know I am a different man for have knowing you.

Rest in peace.

Christopher Hamm Class of 2010 I played alto saxophone in the Gonzaga band all four years at Gonzaga and had the privilege to studying one-on-one with Chris during my junior year. I learned more about teamwork, sacrifice and perseverance from Chris Flannery than any coach I ever had.

Mike Raia Class of 2001

The Aquilian 4 Here’s a side of Chris not many folks may have known about. He was a NASCAR fan and followed driver Jeff Gordon #24. We all tried to make one race a year together.

He will be sadly missed but fondly remembered by his racin’ buds.

Mr. Flannery was my teacher for my final three years at Gonzaga. He was fantastic musician, a great teacher, and a kind friend. He was available to help all of his students no matter how much work he had to get done. I remember Mr. Flannery working with me for hours on my crash cymbal parts (which anyone who has seen knows that I never perfected). Flan will be truly missed at Gonzaga. Although he will not be walking the halls with a goofy smile or a “funny” joke, his spirit will live on in all those that he has spread his love of music. I am eternally grateful for the knowledge he imparted to me not only as a musician, but as a person in general. May his memory live on whenever Fantasia on an Irish Hymn or The Chicken are blasted in St. Al’s. AMDG.

See ya Flan Man...

Devin Rote Class of 2013

Steve Kruskamp NOC Director

Devastated to hear about Mr. Flannery’s death. One of the best and most influential teachers I’ve ever had, and a great friend and mentor. Gonzaga won’t be the same without him. R.I.P.

Sad to hear about Mr. Flannery’s passing. A great guy and a great mentor to every student he encountered.

Hard to imagine that band program without him behind the podium. Hasta luego, my man

Anthony Damond Class of 2009

Goodbye Mr. Flannery.

You worked insanely hard, nurtured talent and silliness, and most of all, had an incredible sense of humor. It’s absurd how funny you were while still commanding our attention and respect. You were a genuine man and left your mark. See you at the beach, Phil “Snakes on a Plane” Mike “the man with three first names” Class of 2007

Most music teachers teach you how to play music. Flan taught you how to live your life. I speak for all of us when I say I lost one of my mentors today. Give everyone up there my best, Flan.

I was a freshman as he started his 2nd year in 1983. I was a percussionist like Chris and feel blessed that he was my teacher. BUT—I still don’t know it this was true or not.

My favorite memory is getting into band class (about 20 of us compared to the masses he built) during 8th period on Mondays when he would insist he just caught the red-eye back from LA playing in a gig over the weekend. He was only 28 at the time and we could never tell if he was serious or not. I don’t know if he continued the “gig” or “story” for his 30-plus years but it entertained all of us.

Kevin Nolan Class of 2012

Chris Ward Class of 1987

Pat Stranix Class of 2008

Flan man you will be missed. I wouldn’t be the person I am without you. Anytime I hear some good jazz or a corny joke I’ll think of you and smile.

Pat Fish Class of 2010

Hey man! Are you Jake?” a funny looking man asked me. He was four or five inches shorter than me, sported a clean, pressed shirt and tie, and had a pony tail that glided halfway down his back. I replied, “Yeah. Are you Mr. Flannery?”

I was nervous. I was standing in the vaulting foyer of Dooley Hall waiting to audition for the Gonzaga band. “You bet I am!” he exclaimed as he led me into the chapel, where minutes later, I would have a terrible audition.

Gonzaga now has an enormous void where a teacher, mentor, joker, golfer, drummer, worker, leader, and friend used to be. As I pay my final respects to the teacher who has taught me for four years and changed my life, I will kneel in that same chapel where we first met. We will play “Fantasia on an Irish Hymn,” his signature piece, in the church for him to hear it for the final time. But, for Flan, the music never stops. The word on the street is that he already has a new gig: playing the drums for God.

I can honestly say that there was never and will never be another teacher, mentor, or friend like Mr. Flannery. I have never seen anyone so dedicated to their work or so dedicated to those whom he works with. The band was Flan’s life. The great amount of time he spent at Gonzaga is a testament to his dedication and love for this school and the community. His passing will leave such an unfillable void in the community because everything he did touched everyone he met.

He pushed everyone to be the best they could be. He was one of those teachers that helped you to achieve a level that you thought wasn’t attainable. Flan’s push for perfection always came with a sense of humor that only he could have. Words can’t describe the sadness that we all feel. However, keeping his memory alive through music and through living life with devotion and commitment is what he would have wanted from us to begin with. Rest in peace, Flan.

We will miss you.

Jake Miller Class of 2014

Bobby Cento Class of 2014

Mr. Flannery understood how to teach music. He wanted us to play and look like professionals while at the same time enjoying ourselves. As I was somehow admitted into the Symphonic Band for my freshman year, Mr. Flannery took the care to explain to me what I needed to work on and gave me specific exercises that would help me improve my weaknesses. He cared for each student, ensuring that no bandsman was left behind. He conducted class in a way that the entire band had a mutual understanding of when to be serious and when to joke around. Reprimands such as “Man on box!” and “Man talking!” would be shouted across the room in a mock-serious way only he could pull off.

Anytime he wanted to lighten the mood, he might pretend to stick his finger up his nose or poke someone’s eye out in the first row (the flutes were usually the unfortunate victims). In other circumstances, he would tell stories such as “The Time I Got Arrested in South Korea” and “The Time I Crashed the Cymbals One Beat Too Late and a Piece of the Ceiling Fell On Me” (that one was a threat to all percussionists). He always ended class with the send-off “Go Home and…” with the band replying, “Practice!” This year, he was testing out a new, topical send-off: “Twerk-youlater!”

The Flan-Man made me the best trumpet player I could be, and after my election to the Band Leadership Council, he taught me to “lead from the front.” He embodied the ideal Man For Others. His whole life was Gonzaga, and he dedicated all of his time and energy to not only making the band the best it could be, but making Gonzaga better as a whole.

The Aquilian 5 Mr. Flannery was the first teacher I interacted with as a Gonzaga student when I auditioned for the band. I remember being quite intimidated until being completely disarmed by his charm and sense of humor. I wasn’t a natural musician, but he made me feel at home in the band. I worked harder on band than just about any class in my time at Gonzaga—and there was no A of which I was prouder. The facilities weren’t nearly as nice back then, and we practiced most days on the theater stage, but Mr. Flannery took this in good humor.

He seemed to be able to hit various horn players in the hands from the stage to the back of the theater with the keys they needed to get their horns, and I don’t recall him ever dropping the keys when they were thrown back. I had many excellent teachers at Gonzaga, but few that I recall as vividly 25 years later. As a community, our debt for his years of dedication is incalculable.

Kevin Kirby Class of 1988

Chris, it is with a heavy heart I write this. You were the first person to welcome my family and I to Gonzaga. Since then, the institution and my family have both grown immensely together. It is difficult to think of Gonzaga without thinking of you. You have affected my life deeply. Your discipline inspires me. On a daily basis your musical lessons influenced me. Whether it’s having confidence for an entrance, or putting rhythm before melody when learning a new piece (you definitely were a drummer at heart), myself and most likely many others continue to live out your life lessons. You were truly a man for others. You will be missed. In God and service, Steve Shuster Class of 1999 Mr. Flannery will never be forgotten. He has shaped me into the man I am today. Thank you for every corny joke and great memory you left with me.

It made my high school experience the greatest it could have been. You will always be loved.

Tom DiBennidetto, sleeps with the fishes Class of 2013

Sadly, I didn’t know Chris/Mr. Flannery as well as some. Thankfully, I got to know him better since the beginning of this year. He always had kind words to say to me and was full of positive energy. The last conversation I remember having with him was about golf.

He told me he always shows up to the course with an arm injury, which is a convenient excuse if you don’t play well. I’ll use that from now on.

Mr. Jamie McIntyre Dean of Students

Rest in peace Mr. Flannery.

Through your committed leadership, you taught decades of bandsmen about hard work, musicianship, preparation, teamwork, but most of all about love for one another.

You were the ultimate Jesuit educator and exponentially devoted to living a full and fruitful life. Thank you for all you have given me and the Gonzaga community, you will be sorely missed.

We had the pleasure of getting to know Mr. Flannery as Band Parents 2011-2012.

He was a consummate leader and mentor. We would often talk about our being from Monmonuth County, New Jersey and our mutual love for golf. He would always ask, how is it going with the Clark’s out there? He was a great man! We will miss him.

Carrie Johnson Clark Gonzaga Parent Flannery had the type of passion and humor that could keep a class of 80 high school guys in line during last period on a Friday. RIP flan-man. Gonzaga’s won’t be the same, although IHOP is probably relieved that the man behind “26 in one go of endless pancakes” has moved on to the Waffle House in the sky

Dominic Campion Class of 2012

Kevin Reynolds Class of 2006

There are too many stories about Mr. Flannery to write about and picking even one is hard. He filled everyone’s day with enjoyment and brightened every day of mine just by going to band class. Flan was always upbeat and happy and it rubbed off on everyone else who knew him that it cant be explained in words how much he will be missed. One story that I’ll always remember about Mr. Flannery is about him at Disney World for the band trip during spring break of 2011, my junior year. We went down to play in a musical competition, that we soundly won due to Mr. Flannery’s abilities, and we were given a bunch of days of free time to do rides and roam Disney World and Universal Studios. I will never forget how much Mr. Flannery enjoyed this experience. He loved taking his band down there every three years and giving his students the time of their lives. He found so much enjoyment in giving to his students, and this is what made him one of the best teachers I have ever had. On a funnier note, I will never forget the outfits that Flan would wear everyday, as everyone who went on this trip can attest.

Mr. Flannery was an exceptional conductor, an excellent teacher, and he helped me grow not only as a trumpet player, but as a person. Hearing this news was awful and shocking because Mr Flannery did so much for Gonzaga and the music program that it will not be the same without him. Mr. Flannery exemplified what it meant to be a man for others, he lived it every day, and Gonzaga and everyone who knew him will miss him.

The laughs, jokes, words of wisdom, and smile of Mr. Flannery were unforgettable. He was truly dedicated and determined. Informally formal describes him well. He knew how to make you laugh and taught you how to be a professional, punctual, and persistent person. Through countless concerts and rehearsals, I got to know this amazing man. From Kick It Up to Heart and Soul and Solar to the signature Tuesday Morning Jazz Beasts’ theme, Killer Joe, I could feel vibe of the Jazz band and grooviness of Flan. Through Liturgical Ensemble, he brought the music life with Fantasia on an Irish Hymn and A Southern Hymn Setting. His quirky humor added to his well-rounded persona with some great expressions- “Hasty Beñana” to “This isn’t Mrs. Schmidlab’s 6th Grade Band.” It was an honor to be a part of the work of Flan.

Jack Steingass, Class of 2012

Holden Madison Class of 2016

The world lost a true Man for Others. I would like to thank the Flan Man for helping to make me the man I am today and showing us, by example, what it meant to be a Man for Others. RIP Mr. Flannery, AMDG. Ian Combs Class of 2010

The Aquilian 6 In the “old days” Chris Flannery and his band would play at some of our Faculty Christmas parties. That was when I first realized what a talented drummer Chris was. Chris and I both are from New Jersey, both graduated from Catholic University, and both lived in Laurel, Md. and both of us loved working at Gonzaga. I loved Chris’ offbeat, crazy, irreverent sense of humor. He didn’t seem to have much ego even though through his vision, talent, and incredible hard work he took a band that needed a lot of work and transformed it with the help of some talented, dedicated musicians into a first class organization. He had a gift of working with his students at the level of their musical skills and helping them get better. He could work with young men of different personalities and temperaments. I loved the Gonzaga band’s Jazz in the Park concert on International food day. Chris even allowed the mercurial Mr. Scott Blair to tell “jokes” with a bag over his head as the “Unknown Comic” during one of the Jazz in the Park’s performances.

Chris Flannery lived one exit north off the BW Parkway from where I live. Sometimes, I would see him as we both drove south to Gonzaga. If I passed him and he saw me, he would always give me a big smile and give me a salute. He truly was a unique individual and while I am going to miss him terribly, I am grateful that I had the opportunity to know him and to work with him over the last thirty two years.

Bill Wilson Counseling Department

RIP Mr. Christopher Flannery, Gonzaga’s band teacher for over 30 years. He was a great teacher and a great man. It’s a shame that he died three days before his favorite day of the year, Halloween, where he would always say “as someone who is so very blessed to teach at an all-male school, it is only on this day on which I get to say... How’s it going guys and GHOULS?!?” God speed, old friend.

Matt Long Class of 2008

Mr. Flannery was a constant source of positive energy. I always enjoyed bumping into him in the hallway or spending time with him in the JDR. He is a special person that will be dearly missed. I will never forget his tall tales/ stories about being a professional musician.

Aaron Brady Athletic Department

Angela McGowan Band Co-Coordinator 2013

As Band Leadership Council president last year, I got to work closely with Mr. Flannery, or Flan as we called him. Here are a few memories and excerpts from my speech at Band Awards Night last year.

It’s just like Flan said, “exitus acta probat.” For those of you who don’t know Latin, including me, this phrase means “the outcome justifies the deed.” Leading up to our spring concert, Flan used this phrase to remind us that the work you put into something will be the result you get out. This phrase not only applies to becoming a better musician but to every aspect of life that you are trying to improve. Flan taught us that to achieve something you want, you have to work for it.

My favorite part of being in band was working with Flan. He was serious when it came to business, but he had a wacky sense of humor. At Jazz at Gonzaga Park, Flan had a few joke segments in between our rockin’ jazz band sets. If you never got to see our conductor-turned-comedian in action, let me let you in on some of his material. How are a plum and a rabbit alike? They’re both purple, except for the rabbit of course.

What do you call an herb that sings? Elvis Parsley And my personal favorite, How many surrealists does it take to change a lightbulb? A fish Yeah, I don’t get the last one either. But you get the idea. Flan was more than our band director. He was, in his words, DA MAN. I was privileged to spend four years under Flan’s musical direction and his personal guidance. Flan encouraged me to hone my trombone skills and perfect my jazz solos. He also taught me how to be a leader both as president and by example. I will cherish the memories I have of Flan for the rest of my life.

Erik Dekelbaum Class of 2013

Mr. Flannery was not only a teacher and mentor, but also a great friend. He was the one teacher I could talk to about anything, school related or not. I could trust him to be honest and always open with me, never judging, always guiding. When I first came to Gonzaga, I admit I was afraid and nervous. I had wanted to attend Gonzaga since I was young, but once I was accepted, I became nervous to become the minority once again. But all that went away after my first day as a freshman when I met Mr. Flannery. He immediately nicknamed me “Admiral” because I had been so formal with him, calling him “sir” numerous times.

Whenever I felt down, I always knew that Flan-the-man was there to pick me up with a simple gesture, sound, or phrase, both in band and out. Flannery was an extraordinary teacher, friend, and musician. It’s left a hole in my heart that he had left us so soon. Flan may have gone to heaven, but God just got one hell of an angel. I only hope and pray that Flannery’s family will accept the band as their extended family, because after all, we are all Flan’s sons. To Mr. Flannery, have a swangin’ time conducting God’s band. We are sure going to miss you, but will give it our all this year in your honor. Oh and tell every angel you see your endless stream of jokes. Peace out Flannery, we’ll miss you.

“Admiral” Nelson Davies Class of 2016

I spoke with Mr. Flannery in fall 2004 when my son, Bobby (’08) was in band, and we realized we both graduated from The Catholic University of America (CUA). From that point on when he saw me, he would give me a wave and say “Go Cardinals!” Back in time when Mr. Flannery and I attended CUA our football team had a rivalry with that other Catholic Jesuit University on the Potomac.

When my youngest son Kevin (’13) was applying to college, Mr. Flannery said he was our last hope to become a Cardinal. Well, not only did Kevin not apply, but he decided to attend CUA’s cross-town rival, Georgetown University! At a band event right before graduation, Mr. Flannery and I talked about Kevin’s choice, and I’ll never forget the moment as we both jokingly exclaimed “What the Hell’s a Hoya!” in true CUA style. Mr. Flannery was one of our greatest CUA Cardinals! He will live forever in our hearts.

RIP to Mr. Chris Flannery.

Band at Gonzaga was one of my favorite experiences over those four years, and that was all due to the Flan Man. He has changed my life and the lives of countless others.

Love you dude.

Ryan Belcher Class of 2011 I think this song (Fantasia on an Irish Hymn) symbolized my time with Gonzaga band. I always joked around a little too much, but I can still clearly remember almost every percussion part to this song. While it seemed like we were mortal enemies at times, we had our own special dance that we did. Mr. Flannery thank you for challenging me to be a better musician and person. With Halloween coming up, what I wouldn’t give to hear “good evening guys and ghouls” one more time. You will be missed. RIP Julian Sanders Class of 2009

Working on the ground floor of Ruesch/Cantwell Hall, you often run into the same people in the hallways. So it was with Chris. Early on I learned of his love of bad jokes so when he tried one on me I told him, “Flannery will get you nowhere”.

After that he knew we were on the same page. On one occasion we were talking about a Godfather movie marathon on the A & E network. Our conversation steered towards which one of the trilogy was the best when Chris started humming the Main Title “Godfather Waltz” from the first Godfather movie. So I joined in. From that moment on he called me Godfather whenever he saw me and would sing the tune as we passed in the hallways. I would give him my best Marlon Brando wave and bless him.

Grazie, Maestro.

Peter Buckley Network Administrator

The Aquilian 7 It’s hard to imagine the fortunate confluence of circumstances in 1982 when Mr Flannery arrived on Eye Street.

At that time, the band was barely a blip at the farthest range of the Gonzaga radar screen. And here came the Flan Man, full of energy, talent, creativity, the will to work hard, a caring nature, good humor, and an unsurpassed ability to connect with students. Gonzaga, for her part, offered the perfect setting for his wacky personality. We are a place that welcomes the offbeat, that celebrates differences, that is open to growth. What a match it turned out to be! And so, Gonzaga enjoyed more than thirty years of musical blessings, of ridiculous jokes, of uncanny insight, of simple human goodness. I’ll miss talking with Chris about my favorite jazz musicians, Gary Burton, Chick Corea, Pat Metheney. I’ll miss exchanging snappy e-mails: Flan to the Academic Council: “I’ll stay on the bells committee.” Me to Flan: “Ding dong” Flan to me: “Ding-a-ling” Me to Flan: “Quasimodo!” Mostly, I think, I’ll simply miss the sight of a man who did good.

Mark Howell Computer Science Department Chair

Before I played in symphonic band before freshman year, I had an audition with Mr. Flannery in the chapel. I only knew how to read snare drum and bass drum music and the audition did not go very smoothly. However, Mr. Flannery took a chance on me and placed me within the elite group of symphonic band. From day one when I started, he always worked with me to help me become more versatile with the array of percussion instruments at our disposal and he always did it with a smile on his face.

He challenged me every single day to work hard and his enthusiasm for music helped me to do so not only in music but in all life aspects. He always used to call me “John E Jones!” and always talked to me about issues outside of music.

He was more than a teacher to me, he was a dear friend that was special and unforgettable.

Jay Jones Class of 2011

When I came to Gonzaga, I was a little lost. I grew up in a lower income family from lower NW DC.This all changed the moment I met Chris Flannery. The first day that I played my trumpet for him was the day that truly fell in love with the idea of being a musician. Until that moment in 1986, playing the trumpet was just fun. Mr. Flannery recognized a talent that I did not know that I had and encouraged me to move forward with improving those skills. He encouraged me to audition for the National Symphony Orchestra’s Youth Fellowship Program and I got in during my freshman year at Gonzaga. I would never have attempted this if it were not for Mr. Flannery. Every day, he demanded excellence, and discipline, and FUN!!! He also taught me about leadership and the skills that it takes to lead and mentor. Mr. Flannery, Chris…saved my life.

Excellence remains a core value for me and I find myself each day conjuring up things that Chris taught me.

Michael J. Bobbitt Class of 1990

I was band president from Fall ‘96 - Spring of ‘97. Mr. Flannery was a mentor and a great friend. I remember Mr. Flannery all the time. I still play the drums and I hear his fingers snap before I count-in a tune. He had the loudest snaps ever. His voice rings in my head every time I say “gig”. I say “gig” for just about anything that comes close to resembling a gig, a habit that never died from my four years at Gonzaga.

Mr. Flannery exemplified many qualities to a few generations of young men. He pushed the boundaries of his own work ethic, challenging you to do the same. He valued precision and taught me the simple, vital idea of “getting it right”. He displayed humility and humanity above all, caring about others first. Always. I think that’s often mentioned but less often found in our leaders of young men.

For such a talented musician, he was rather one-handed. When you asked his advice, he never said “well on one hand you... and on the other...” He gave you one opinion, one piece of advice, and you followed it.

He was cool, as great musicians often are. Coolness matters, Mr. Flannery taught me. I’ve worked in restaurants, theatre, gyms, a law firm, and now in the family accounting practice. All gigs are made better by living a little bit of his brand of cool. Not leather jacket and hair gel cool (or any other cool), but a level-headedness, confidence, uniqueness and kindness that made up his cool. He had true style. His style was a little smelly, it drove a bumpy golf cart and a crooked tee shot. But it also had Western boots, a great smile, a tie and sport coat, never white socks (not even on the links), knowing eyes and a rhythm in everything. Getting chewed out by Mr. Flannery was awful because you never wanted to let him down. But it was also great because of how cool he was about it. He’d often lay into you (“Protocol!” or “so put on a pot of coffee and get to work”) but finish it with an encouraging grin, defusing the bomb he’d just aimed at your section. I’ve stolen so many of his sayings, I’ll be paying him royalties in eternity. I loved: “I taught him everything he knows, but I didn’t teach him everything I know.” And “Close enough for jazz.”

He was a gifted conductor and educator. As a drummer, I appreciated his talent and athleticism as a percussionist. He was a hurricane on the drums. He believed, and most would agree, that the foundation of any good band was the rhythm section.

We took home a relatively high honor my junior year, winning Best Band for our division (Division Two, based on size of school) at The All American Music Festival in Orlando. We were happy. I think he expected it. But the surprise came when they gave out the section awards which were across all divisions, meaning the winners were best overall. So when they announced “Best Rhythm Section: Gonzaga College High School, Chris Flannery, conductor” we screamed like we’d won the DC Classic.

It was a bit of a triumph because that was his section, in a way. The Flann Man nodded his head, ever confident and cool, but I like to think he would have bounced off the rafters at MGM with the rest of us if he weren’t front and center.

Sleep well, Flann Man, my friend.

Stay cool, Kit Wannen Class of 1997

For two years I played the white piano resting peacefully in the music center. Never did a day go by without the jubilant presence of Mr. Flannery. The first things I noticed about him were his dedication to his students and his ever-present gregariousness. Every day, students would come in search of the “Flan man” and he would, without fail, help them with a passage and make conversation in his own, friendly way. His dedication was applied to everyone he knew, ranging from those he had conversed with only a few times, to the students he saw on a daily basis. He attended every one of my Applied Piano concerts, and withstood countless practice sessions that may not have sounded the best, never questioning the importance of my work, despite the fact that I was not his student. Without a doubt, there are countless other examples of his passion and hardworking attitude. My story is simply one of many that serve as a testament to his unwavering commitment to Gonzaga and its students. He had a unique way of making everyone feel welcome, even if he had never seen them before. “Hey man!” will forever echo the halls of Gonzaga as a reminder of his easygoing and amiable manner. In my most frustrated moments at that ivory piano, he would call from his office, “That sounded good, man!” giving me the resolve to keep going. It seemed he was everywhere, in the halls, at the front of St. Al’s conducting the orchestra, or in his office, working with a student. I strongly believe that Mr. Flannery wanted each of his students to come away from his class with a greater appreciation of music, and its universal transcendence. His memory will live on in the lives of the students he opened to the wonders of that music. As long as one student remembers and cherished his dedication to his work, he will live on as an inspiration and the epitome of the quintessential Gonzaga man. Mr. Flannery was a man of passion, dedication, and outgoing friendliness whose wonderfully quirky and warming presence will be dearly missed. No doubt the Trumpeters of Heaven are learning a thing or two right now. Rock on Flan man, Rock on. R.I.P. Christopher T. Flannery Jonathan Butturini Class of 2014

In 1984 my husband and I brought a very young and nervous eighth grader to Gonzaga to play his trombone for Mr. Flannery. Our son, Stephen, was trying to decide on attending DeMatha High School or Gonzaga. Mr. Flannery sealed the deal!! That day Mr. Flannery took a very nervous young boy and gave him encouragement to aim high and enjoy what he could learn through music. Each and every concert we attended those four years brought pride and knowledge that our son was being guided in the most positive of ways each day he attended Gonzaga.

Sally Williams Gonzaga Parent

I worked with Chris Flannery for 30 years and I never heard him complain or say a negative thing about anyone. If I started to rant, he’d diffuse the conversation through a wise crack or take-on that persona - you know, the one where he’d pretend to be a curmudgeon. His cup was always full, or at least he made us feel that way. He never took credit for anything; rather, he deflected praise onto others. I am grateful for what he taught me about temperament and gratitude. If I could ask him to guess what I am most thankful for, he’d probably say, “Harlem Nocturne played by the Gonzaga Jazz Ensemble.” And he’d be right about that.

Helen Free English Department

I met Mr. Christopher T. Flannery when I shadowed. It was immediately the most memorable thing about Gonzaga: that crazy 50-something year old man-child who led one of the best orchestras I have ever heard. I expressed my wishes to join the Jazz Band as a guitarist. He told me that it was going to be impossible if I didn’t play an orchestral instrument (I began learning the saxophone a month and a half later). Because of that day, because of Flan, I ended up moving to the United States from Colombia. I came back on June 9, 2010, to try out for the band. I still remember his reaction to my (horrible, horrible) audition (it was a fragment of “I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing” by Aerosmith; to this day, I have no idea why I picked such an inappropriate piece for alto saxophone). He looked at me, and he said something along the lines of, “Hey, man, that was alright.” He then told me that the song wasn’t great, but then that was the great thing about Flan: He saw not what you were, but what you could become. So I made sure to become the best I could. Flan was the type of guy who motivated you with a few simple words. He never had to say anything bad about anyone, never told someone they couldn’t do something, never told someone they were a bad musician.

Everyone always had it in them.

We must remember that although Flan is gone, he lives forever within us.

The thousands of souls he touched are living out his principles today. I have heard stories of many alumni of the program contacting current band students, weeping at the loss of one of their greatest teachers and, indeed, one of their greatest friends. Honor Flan through actions, words, and thoughts that reflect his ever-happy demeanor. He will not be forgotten. Hasty beñana, Flan.

Even though I only developed a personal relationship with Chris when I started at Gonzaga in 2010, it seems like Flan Man has been a part of the McLaughlin family since since my younger brother Brian, class of 1997, entered Gonzaga in 1993. Brian would come home with hilarious stories that were hard for me to believe (as a student at Visitation), and I wondered how Brian could have a teacher who made school so much fun?! Chris also was the Kairos leader for my oldest brother, John, class of 1989, and was dear friends with my parents John and Chris, as they ventured to Orlando one year with the whole band, returning with crazy stories. Chris was one of the people I was most excited to get to know when I was hired at Gonzaga. I saw how Chris captivated students, acting as a mentor, a role model and a passionate musician, always encouraging students to follow their passions, inspiring devotion and love. I frequently ran into Chris in the mornings just after the 1st period bell, as I was returning to my office from delivering notes, and he was walking to class, coffee in hand. I looked forward to his paging me across the courtyard: “MO-MO!!!” with a twinkle in his eye and a joke out of his mouth. Lucky for me, just the week before his death, I decided to sit in on his 1st period class for a few minutes, as it was the last time I saw Chris. He showed me the music theory text and told me with my piano background, I could definitely master his class. I laughed. I already miss Flan Man, his smile, his enthusiasm, his friendship and his partnership. I could always go to him with a problem and would feel better after being in his presence.

Thank you for the myriad ways you touched my life, Chris, encouraging me to love myself more and be a better human being. I miss you. With love, Mo. Maureen McLaughlin Counseling Department Chair

“A1” Alejandro Espinosa Class of 2014 You really are the best of us brother. I can’t tell you how much we are going to miss you here on Eye - but we will always remember you. Because you have made us better.

Because you have given us someone to look up to. Thanks for everything.

Harry Rissetto Religion Department Chair

My lasting memory of Chris Flannery will be his pride in the accomplishments of his students. I last witnessed this when he carried Gonzaga’s application packet for an upcoming jazz ensemble competition in Florida.

Gripping the application like a running back carries a football, Chris stopped in my office doorway, beaming over what was sure to be an acceptance to (and inevitable victory at) the prestigious competition.

He knew his band was good. It will be difficult to participate in music competitions without him; however, the spirit of Chris Flannery will live on through the music that his students make.

Brian Larkin Educational Technologist

Black on blue- this one’s for you, Flan Man. Mr. Flannery was very unique, not just as a teacher but as an individual. Each of his thirty-two years Anyone who had the privilege of knowing here, he changed the lives of students and teachers. Whenever he was around you, you could feel the Mr. Flannery understood there was some- positive energy he was giving off, and you’d just want to laugh and smile. No matter how bad I felt durthing inherently special about the man and ing the day, I knew when I’d go to check in with him, he’d always tell me a funny story or say something his band. Walking into 8th period at the end to brighten my day. He possessed the ability to do that with anybody, band affiliated or not. There will of every school day, there was a certain ennever be another Christopher Flannery ever. It was an honor playing under his direction and serving on ergy amongst the guys that filled the room.

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but his leadership council. Jazz it up in heaven, Flan; we will all miss you! deep down, you knew what it was. Rarely Hunter Watson Chris Flannery made my dream of playing the Saxophone does one person have such a profound imClass of 2014 come true. I met Mr. Flannery the first week of my junior year pact upon a group of individuals, but over in his long, narrow and often cold office in Arrupe Hall, adjathe course of his 30 plus years at Gonzaga, How I took you for granted! I’m sorry, dear friend. I cent to the band room. He agreed to take me on as a student it is safe to say Flan Man did just that. should have told you how much I appreciated all your and I was honking out those first notes later that week. Within He took young men under his wing and help. Whenever I needed a volunteer, you were the taught them the value of musical expresone year Mr. Flannery had me playing in the orchestra, the sion, dedication, hard work, leadership and first to step up. You had no hidden agenda, no ego. wind ensemble, the liturgical ensemble and the Tuesday Mornpunctuality, while also reminding us of the It was all about what’s best for the boys. You were ing Jazz Beasts. His method of instruction was incredible. He power of humor to get us through the dif- open to growth. Although a thirty-two year veteran told us to measure the minutes of our personal practice; to go ficult tasks at hand. In doing so, every year of Gonzaga, you were always trying new things such beyond just playing for 30 minutes and structure our practice he was able to transform a rag-tag assem- as the flipped classroom when you used music videos by the minute, even by the second. “What to play? How bly of rowdy boys into one of the premier as homework for your Music Theory class. What an many times to repeat it? How long should that take?” Those symphonic bands on the East Coast, and incredible educator you were. You were able to meet were the questions we were to ask ourselves each practice a smoking hot jazz band to boot. He was the kids where they were at and then lift them higher session. He insisted that we use each second of practice time larger than life- a second father to many of and higher with your expectations and love of music. wisely. When a member of the 7th period musical instruction us. And we, the men of the Gonzaga Bandclass would have trouble with a piece of music, Mr. Flannery I will always remember you leading the Jazz Band at we were his children. would say, “Now play it at twice the speed,” which of course the International Food Fair’s Music in the Courtyard If you haven’t yet, take a moment to reflect made it worse. Then he would say to play as fast as you can, with your silly hats, bad jokes, and crowd heckling. on the impact Mr. Flannery had on you- I’m with the results being utter musical dissonance. Then he sure you’ll find more than one example. In You made everything so much more fun. On your would say to return to the original tempo. Lo and behold the the meantime, on behalf of all the “under- more serious days, you had great insights into your original tempo would seem simplistic and the trouble would water-basket-weaving-hot-pot-of-coffeestudents. I valued those conversations because they evaporate. Baptism by fire he called it. No one made me feel drinking-matrix-writing-boys-and-ghouls” made me think critically about my own students and more passionate or more committed to perfection than Mr. across the country, thank you Flan Man for professional growth. Music was your passion and Flannery. To this day, I am always early, because on time is all that you’ve done. We miss you more Teaching your vocation. Gonzaga and I will miss you! than you’ll ever know, and your memory late. Thank you for everything. I love you and will miss you. and example lives on in us forever. AMDG. Leslie Keiser Ryan Lichtenfels Class of 2008

Dean of Faculty

Christopher Balzano Class of 1992